I get a lot of thumping sounds from the apartment on the next floor. It’s nothing overly ridiculous, I’m 100% sure it’s just her walking around, but she has such a heavy tread that it wears on me. And she walks around and around her apartment sometimes. Thump thump thump thump thump. Banging on the ceiling, while occasionally effective, just seems to make me more annoyed. Especially when it’s late at night. And it freaks out the cat when I do it. Cats can definitely make a “WTF” face.
I’m trying to phrase a nicely worded note to the people above me. I spoke to the building manager about the noise from upstairs, but would like to handle it myself, if possible. She’s going to help me write it. I mainly spoke to the manager to find out if the people above me were…for lack of a better word, “normal”. As in not going to clock me one if I put a note under their door. And they are.
The people above us drop the lid on the toilet seat at all hours of day and night. I think they may have a child, so I’ve been assuming it’s the child and s/he hasn’t learned to close the lid gently, which mitigates my ire a bit. Still, a) what the hell is wrong with the parents that they don’t teach the kid this basic life skill, and, b) if it’s not the kid, again, what the hell is wrong with the parents?
Yep, we live under the furniture-moving Thunderfeet too. So frustrating. I preferred the previous tenants, with the Piano-time and Constant Crying Baby.
You should just thank Og you don’t have an upstairs neighbor who (i) rearranges her furniture every morning; (ii) plays “fairy princess” or somesuch by getting up at 6:00am to 6:30am* (I get up a 7:30am) and immediately putting on her mommy’s high heels and practicing walking/clumping around; and/or (iii) does drop-testing for a cinderblock company at odd intervals during the rest of the day and evening.
I tempted to embarass her by knocking and asking “Is your boyfriend still beating you and knocking you to the floor everyday?”
True story - I kid you not - a couple of years ago the neighbours upstairs at the time seemed to be moving the furniture around - almost every evening. I knew them, we’d have a cup of tea together or whatever, so I asked her (my husband had already named her “Mad”) what they were up to. Well, she said, now that there’s a baby on the way we’ve had to stop fighting physically, and now we throw the furniture around! Fuck!
One thing noticable in the house here… you know those huge cow thigh bones avaialble for dogs? Those pretty much are bricks, and if your dog is all over it, that is one loud ass chew toy. Especially when dropped, on carpet even.
Hehe that is one strict rule of mine now. Particularly now that I’m no longer a penny scraping College student. I get top floor apratments, and pay current penny-scraping college students to carry all my crap up.
So that was you that lived upstairs from us back in 1977 in Syracuse! You shoulda stopped down to our place to chat. We’d have been glad to make your acquaintance; we had a lot of stuff we’d been meaning to tell you!
P.S.: Ask the kids if they remember how embarrassed they were when Barb finally let them know that we understood the Spanish they were making wisecracks in!
We got some new upstairs neighbors a couple months ago. A young couple and horrendously squeaky box-springs. A YOUNG, healthy, energetic couple.
Imagine the worst bedsprings you’ve ever heard, and imagine them in the next room. I haven’t said anything, because I know they’re young, probably don’t have much money, and are getting by with hand-me-downs, but I miss the quiet.
Our second-to-last upstair neighbors at our old apartment were pretty decent. It was a mother and young son and they kept it pretty quiet although the lad had a tendency to scream his greetings to those in the parking lot from his fourth-floor sunporch. Mommy would come in in the evenings wearing heels and keep them on until she went to bed so we’d hear tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap for hours at a time, but she had a pretty soft step so it wasn’t too bad. The thing that used to get us is that periodically they’d drop something that sounded like a basket full of pins on the floor directly above where we had our computer desks. SKSSSSHHHHHHHhhhhhtinktinktinkplink! We never could figure out what it was.
The last upstairs neighbors were fucking psychos. Literally. They had to leave because the wife beat up our 78-year-old landlady. Put her in the hospital! All because her husband was spending “too much time with her.” Actually, the husband and wife had both lost their jobs, and his helping out around the place was the only thing saving them from immediate eviction. My wife has to sometimes get up at 2:30 in the mornings for an early shift, and she’d hear the wife pacing from one end of the apartment to the other, over and over. We’d also hear them drop something late at night (or early in the morning) and that would be the clue for them to vacuum the entire apartment. A tile-floored apartment and they’d use a vacuum with a beater-brush attachment. Charming. :rolleyes:
That reminds me of an apartment where new next door neighbors woke me up in the middle of the night a couple of times the first week with loud smacking noises and a woman shrieking. She was never screaming for help, though, and I wouldn’t hear any arguing. Actually, I thought I heard laughing a couple of times, but I wasn’t sure. So I had a couple of nights fretting over whether I should call the cops about a domestic or not, because I really couldn’t figure out what I was hearing.
About the third or fourth time it happened, the person above them pounded on the floor, and they immediately went silent. And that’s when it hit me that what I was hearing was foreplay with a lot of spanking going on. I am NOT a good person to wake up from a sound sleep. I’m extremelly grouchy. So I left a note under the door that said having sex was their business, but could they please stop waking me up with it?
They came over to apologize the next day and were rather embarrassed. But they were utterly mortified when I told them I was hearing smacking noises and had nearly called the cops about the guy hitting the woman. I think that’s the first they understood just how thin the walls were and how much the neighbors were hearing.
My last apartment in the city was a corner 2nd story unit that was right next to the alley. I worked afternoons and was usually sound asleep when the garbage truck would come by, twice a week around 7-9am, and empty the dumpsters directly across the alley from my bedroom. Sometimes the truck would even hit my building. I was up for the day after that. Upstairs neighbor in that building was OK, the problem was that her walking around would cause my ceiling to flex for some reason, so wherever she was going my ceiling would make these really loud CRACK, CRACK noises that scared the crap out of me until I figured out what they were, then they were just annoying.
When I moved, first thing on my checklist was: top floor or concrete floors.
I ended up in a building made in 1921 made of poured concrete and plaster. I haven’t heard anything from my upstairs neighbor. It’s a really quiet building. I also lucked out and ended up in a building where the units are too small for families, so it’s all singles and couples. It’s great.
The apartment above mine has hardwood floors. Very noisy.
My old upstairs neighbors had a dog. And every night at around 11, I’d hear the rattle of a leash, and then the dog’s nails scratching wildly on the floor because he was so excited to go for his walk! It was really cute.
I used to have an upstairs neighbor that had broken his leg in a motorcycle accident. Not only could you here him clumping around all evening long in a cast, but whenever he sat down, he would let the crutches fall to the floor. Every.Single.Time.
If you mentioned it to him, it would subside that evening, but the next day it would start up again. About the time his leg healed up, he moved out.
Try living below someone who plays Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” album on endless thumping-loud loop from the minute she wakes up at 7 AM until the minute she goes to sleep at night. This went on every day, for at least two years.
I got revenge by growing a toddler to rampage over her head.
If they’ve got a kid, they are sure to have those stick-on plastic corner thing thingies that are sold to stick on sharp table corners to protect a toddlers head.
Those would make for excellent toilet-lid noise damper thingies, stick on in minutes, are easy to clean, and they cost a few dimes a piece.
I don’t understand people who walk like that. It seems to be mostly women. The way I walk I put my heel down and the weight comes donw gradually and gently as the foot rolls forward. Walking by letting all your weight suddenly on the foot has to be terrible for joints (besides the tenants below).
During my last flight there was an female fight attendant who, when she walked by, the seats, floor and structure of the airplane would shake. What a way to walk is that? It did not help that she was somewhat on the heavy side.
I think we should start giving some people walking lessons. At this right we might end up having to give them breathing lessons.
And yes, I have an apartment on the last floor so I don’t have to hear the people upstairs. I also bake in the summer and freeze in the winter.
